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April 18 - April 18, 2025
“OOC, OTP, AO3, PWP, you kids and your abbreviations.”
Darcy stared at Elle as if she were the source of all the light in the room.
It would be in both their best interests to keep things strictly professional. As professional as possible when she knew exactly how to touch Margot to make her babble and beg.
“It’s not like you’re a stranger. We—we know each other. I mean, I think my parents honestly tried to claim you as a dependent on their taxes one year.”
It had been the plan. Graduate and move to the city, together. Margot had painted a pretty picture with her words. Late nights and libraries and watching the sunrise from rooftops, of all-night diners and coffee shops, parties that offered more than beer and Everclear.
Little touches had started to make her blush and then Margot’s gaze had gained a new dimension. It wasn’t something Olivia could touch but she could certainly feel it traveling along her skin, tickling the space between her shoulder blades, raising the hair on the back of her neck, narrowing her throat and damming up words that before had always come so easy. Awareness.
Do you remember Margot?” “Margot?” He hummed quietly. “Used to eat all our food?” “Dad.” She laughed.
Cameron (5:54 p.m.): Avoid petting her stomach and hind area. Andrew (5:55 p.m.): what the fuck Andrew (5:55 p.m.): boundaries bro Mom (5:57 p.m.): I think Cameron was talking about the cat, honey.
how easy it was to become touch-starved. Of course she leaned into Margot’s touch. She was honestly surprised she didn’t climb into Margot’s lap and purr.
“No, of course I want to help. You know me. I just have to bitch about it first. Get it out of my system, you know?
The right person shouldn’t complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it’s cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you’re too much or not enough exactly as you are.”
“Are these pants feelings or chest feelings?” Margot was in hell. “Elle is seriously rubbing off on you if you’re using the words pants feelings unironically.” She sighed. “And yes, I realize I just said rubbing off. My life is ripe with innuendo.”
“If you don’t reckon with your feelings, sooner or later your feelings are going to reckon with you. Just something to keep in mind.”
“Tell me and I—whatever you need, Liv, just tell me and I’ll give it to you.” She sounded wrecked. “I want to give it to you.”
Casual was nothing but a weak safeguard against the inexorable; like waves beating against rock, it was only a matter of time before her feelings wore her down, weakened her resolve, until leaks started to spring and her feelings spilled out where they didn’t belong.
I am half hope, half agony until proven otherwise.”
No one gets me the way you get me. I’ve never felt like I’d die if I didn’t touch someone. You make me feel that way.”
“Got to admit, not the superlative I was aiming for. Best at delivering a witty repartee or greatest at giving head, but most infuriating. Whew.”
After a certain point, wanting became pointless when having remained hopeless.
I’d never ask you who you care about more because you care about us differently and I believe love is one of those things that doesn’t run out.”
“You stole a truck? Olivia.” She wasn’t sure whether to be scandalized or proud or a little turned on or terrified or some dizzying combination of all of the above.
